This morning the UPS man pulled up with boxes for Kevin and James. They have arrived a day early!
And, what better thing to do when the uniforms arrive than to make hard tack?
When I saw the boys in uniform, it gave me just little glimpse of what those mothers in the 1860s must have felt. I have read accounts, but seeing them in uniform, even if just to reenact, stirs up the emotions. How did they get this big? So young, yet so much more grown up than the last time I looked. Would they ever see their sons again? Hear from them? Communication was nowhere near what it is today. I am all too grateful that they are not going off to march in battle, but going to help people learn history.
We’re suppose to be going to a skirmish on Friday, living history on Saturday, and a marker dedication on Sunday after Mass. Busy, busy! Now, if only I could spend the next 2 days sewing, I might be able to get something done for the girls. If you have sky blue, gray, or butternut wool that you’re not using, please pass it on so we can get John outfitted! Thanks for reading!